Tarmac Meditations #129: Candles in the Wind

Meant to shoot more last week…hell, I mean to shoot more every week but I often don’t. Meant to write more last week…hell, I mean to write more every week. The recovery from the strokes was hard-earned these past days; one foot in front of the other, a quiet waiting for things to fall into place. There is no room for anger here; it clouds the judgement. It actually changes the way and the what I can see. With all of this I still pick up my camera to shoot and I still work the images. Running is harder-when I fell during the second stroke I tore up my sciatic area-no wonder walking is painful-running is not yet possible for me. On the other hand, some time, some ice, some rebuilding exercises, some rest and a whole lot of positive thinking will get me where I need to go. My rodeo ain’t done yet…not by any means. Looking into the magic light of sunset, through the openings in the fence reveals the outlines of the ridge line, a direction for my eye to travel on the way to imagining the light show that is starting up on the ocean’s surface, the rainbows in the spray of crashing surf that rolls in all the way from China. It feels like starting out for the first time, like love is waiting on the wind, even as the light sculpts the ocean’s spray into fantastical carriages filled with childhood’s dreams drifting away to forever.

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